Sunday, April 30, 2017

Akinbode Israel writes

A widow by the window, 
Peeking over a large street;
Children playing under the sun, 
Sweating away their Today. 
She looked the more and saw
Little girls rubbing white beards,
Flaunting their games on beds,
Soaking their Tomorrow in petrol. 
She looked again and saw
Men punctured to boys, 
Playing football with shoes, 
Shoes of responsibility. 
She looked through the window;
Nothingness sat, 
Emptiness posed, 
A sleeping portrait.
Widow by the window;
Angels by the rainbow
Reporting to God, 
Then I saw God cry. 
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Grief (Widow at the window) -- Felix Nussbaum

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